RWBY: I Need to Cheat on My Girlfriend

[N/A: See any mistakes? Let me know and I'll fix them when I can.]

[Team FNKI's Dorm Room]

The door swings open violently, and Neon strides in, visibly exhausted. She has deep bags under her eyes and walks straight to her bed without saying a word. Flint follows at a leisurely pace, letting the door close by itself behind them.

As soon as she crosses the room, Neon throws herself onto the mattress, collapsing as if her body had finally decided to give up entirely.

"Ahhh..." she groans, burying her face in the pillows. "Someone kill me."

Flint rolls his eyes with an exasperated huff, remaining standing beside the bed.

"Don't be so dramatic. It was just a few missions."

"No more missions!" she protests from beneath the covers, whining without budging an inch. She has absolutely no intention of getting back up. The entire day had been filled with errands alongside Flint. Minor tasks, sure, but far too many of them. The team had split up for practical reasons, but the workload dumped on the two of them had been absurd. All thanks to the chaos the robots had caused the day before.

"What happened to Kobalt and Ivory?" she asks, not bothering to lift her head, just now realizing they should've returned by now.

"One sec..." Flint mumbles, pulling out his scroll and checking it quickly.

"They're done, but they'll be back later," he informs, slipping it away again as he starts walking toward the door at an unhurried pace.

"I'm gonna get something to eat."

As soon as she hears that, Neon peeks her head out from the mountain of blankets.

"You're not gonna rest?" she asks, knowing full well Flint should be just as wrecked as she is. But to her surprise, he shakes his head.

"No. I just came to grab a few things. You coming?"

More sleepy than hungry, she sinks back under the sheets, lazily shaking her head.

"No! But turn off the light when you leave," she mumbles through groans.

Flint shrugs without arguing.

"Suit yourself."

He turns off the light and walks out, shutting the door behind him. The room is left in total silence.

Now alone and in the dark, Neon feels exhaustion finally take full control. She yawns deeply, shifting around to get more comfortable, with no intention of moving again.

"I'm not getting up anytime soon..." she murmurs, letting herself drift into sleep without resistance.

[An undefined amount of time later]

Neon stirs on the bed, restless.

"Mhm…?" she moans, slowly cracking her eyes open. The room is still completely dark, which doesn't help her figure out why she's waking up. Nothing seems out of place. Everything feels far too comfortable to be waking up at all: the soft mattress, the warm blanket, the perfectly positioned pillow…

And, of course, the warm body beside her—

And that playful finger, tracing slow little circles across her chest.

Several seconds pass before she fully realizes what's happening. But the moment she does, her eyes fly open, frozen by the sudden understanding. Just in time to hear a male voice whispering in her ear, just inches away.

"I know you're awake."

The voice is clear, unmistakably male. And that's all it takes.

"AHHHH!" she screams, hurling herself out of the bed in a clumsy jump.

She crashes backward into the dorm wall, her breath quick and shallow as she tries to focus. As a faunus, her night vision is better than the average human's, but complete darkness still leaves her blind.

Seeing nothing but vague silhouettes, she rushes toward the wall with outstretched hands, searching for the switch. It takes a few more seconds than she'd like before her fingers find it, and she flips it instantly. Light floods the room.

And there he is.

Lying calmly in her bed, as if nothing had happened, Daniel looks at her with a confused, almost offended expression, like he's the victim in this situation.

Neon freezes, speechless. Her mind races, trying to process what she's seeing, trying to figure out the best course of action.

But he speaks first.

"What happened? Cat got your tongue?" he says mockingly, openly enjoying her confusion.

She blinks, still in shock. She tries to respond, but the words come out in fragments.

"You… why...? how...? when...?"

"What's wrong, Neon?" he says, raising an eyebrow and settling in even more comfortably. "Am I not welcome here?"

"Of course you are!" she blurts out instinctively, then immediately cuts herself off. "No, wait! Don't twist this!"

She spins around at once, marching toward the door and checking it. Just as she feared, it's still locked, exactly how Flint left it before leaving. That alone sends a jolt through her. Only team members could enter. But that's not even the most unsettling part.

What truly unnerves her is that she never heard him come in. Not a single sound.

She didn't feel him lie down next to her either, not until he started touching her.

Neon seriously needed answers.

"How did you get in here?" she asks, narrowing her eyes.

Daniel simply shrugs, as if it's no big deal.

"I've got my ways. The point is—I was just passing by and thought… since you carried me all the way to the tower yesterday, the least I could do was repay the favor."

As he speaks, he begins unbuttoning his shirt in a deliberately slow, suggestive way—putting on a full show for her.

Neon can't help but follow his movements with her eyes. And for a second, logic just vanishes, causing her pulse to spike, much more than she'd ever care to admit.

"Of course you are!" she blurts out, practically drooling a little. But the moment she realizes what she's doing, she forces herself to snap out of it, shaking her head and refocusing.

"No! First, you have to tell me how you got in," she insists, arms crossed firmly. She sounds confident, but the moment the words leave her mouth, she sees Daniel's expression shift. He frowns, his relaxed, flirtatious demeanor vanishing in an instant.

"Is it really that important to know how I got in?"

His voice is colder now, way less playful.

"Yes!" Neon repeats firmly, doing her best to ignore how damn good he looks with that shirt half undone. He had dodged the question twice already, which definitely meant there was a reason behind it, possibly an illegal one. A very clear sign that this guy is nuts.

"Pfff..." he scoffs, waving his hand with an exaggerated flick.

"My apologies," he says in a ridiculously posh tone that absolutely doesn't suit him. "I thought this was Neon Katt's room… a cat faunus. But clearly, I was mistaken. All I see here is a chicken."

Of course, those words hit a nerve. A vein visibly throbs on her forehead. Daniel doesn't stop there: he stands up slowly from the bed and begins walking toward the door.

"Oh, you think you're so tough!" Neon snaps, raising a hand to block his path.

"I do. A little," he replies, not even bothering to deny it.

Neon glares at him, jabbing a finger into his slightly exposed chest.

"I could rock your world if I wanted to," she says. But Daniel only looks amused.

"I could make you forget that Schnee girl in seconds!!"

That's enough to make Daniel burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHA!" He laughs hard, loud, a small tear forming at the corner of his eye.

"All I see is a scared little kitty. Lots of meowing… no claws."

Neon glares up at him, defiant.

"No one calls Neon a coward and gets away with it," she says, stepping closer, her lips now just inches from his.

"Let's see how tough you really are after I rock your world."

[Ten minutes later]

Neon is not rocking anyone's world. 

Neon is literally pinned against the wall, her hands buried in Daniel's white hair, gripping him tightly. Her fingers tangle in his strands, pulling hard.

"Oh God, God, oh God..." she murmurs breathlessly, her voice trembling between gasps.

He's on his knees in front of her, nestled between her legs, and her skirt—along with her panties—is already tossed somewhere in the corner of the room. She thought that taking control would wipe that smug superiority off his face. She ordered him to kneel, just to mark some territory.

But she never expected him to obey without hesitation.

Not only did he comply, the moment he had the chance, he dove straight into her pussy, pressing his face against her and immediately lapping at her entrance with a hunger that made her shudder. His tongue moved with precision, giving long, wet licks up and down her folds, slow and steady, over and over.

Neon can't stop watching him. The bastard knows what he's doing.

His tongue is soft, his jaw relaxed, and every motion deliberate. This is clearly not his first time.

"Ahmm..." she whimpers, stifling a moan as his tongue teases her entrance with a slow, consistent rhythm, clearly trying to drive her crazy, and succeeding.

Daniel's hands don't stay idle. They glide up her thighs slowly, caressing her skin until they reach her ass. At first, he touches her gently, but then he grabs her hard, squeezing her with both hands like he never plans to let go. His fingers dig into her cheeks with possessive pressure, and instead of bothering her, it only turns her on more.

"Yes... fuck..." Neon moans, her voice echoing across the room.

Daniel's tongue toys with her pussy, tracing tender, teasing circles between her folds, alternating soft, slow licks with deeper strokes. All the while, he keeps his eyes locked on hers, which only makes her heart race harder.

Her legs start to tremble, twitching with small involuntary spasms. She's losing control, and she knows it.

The tension in her body skyrockets the moment she feels his tongue finally slide up to her clit, making her entire frame jolt with pleasure.

His licks become faster—longer, more intentional, full of purpose.

"Yes, yes, yes... just like that!" Neon cries out, her back arching in reflex.

And Daniel listens, because now his tongue is circling her clit, building wave after wave of pleasure that ripples through her uncontrollably.

"More, more!" she cries, and the second the words leave her mouth, he shifts tactics without warning, pressing his lips directly against her entrance and sucking hard, forcing a desperate moan from her throat.

"Ohhh...!" she gasps, her voice trembling between raw pleasure and a flicker of panic as she feels him push in deeper, burying his face between her legs, lifting her just slightly off the ground with the force.

"Wait, wait, wait~!" she cries between ragged breaths, her hands clutching desperately at his hair.

She can't do anything.

Her pussy is completely pressed against his mouth, and his tongue is already inside her, shamelessly exploring her inner walls: the sensation is overwhelming. His tongue moves deep within her, licking nonstop, tracing every fold, every crevice.

Her body reacts before her mind can catch up, her walls clenching tightly around the intruding tongue, welcoming it almost instinctively.

Neon knows she's not going to last much longer. Her body is betraying her—her hips move on their own, grinding harder against his mouth, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge with the relentless rhythm of that tongue.

"Don't stop... I'm... I'm almost...!" she cries out, her voice breaking, her body spiraling out of control as her movements grow more erratic, more desperate.

Her hips jerk again and again, rubbing against him with wild urgency, while Daniel's tongue keeps moving just as fast, never letting up, driving her straight toward the climax.

And then—she explodes.

"AHHHHHH!"

The scream tears from deep inside her chest, raw and unrestrained, as her entire body locks up—her back arched, her thighs trembling, her breath fractured and shallow.

The orgasm wrecks her completely, wave after wave surging through her in fierce pulses. Her pussy gushes a hot stream of release, fluid spilling uncontrollably from her center.

She can't help but glance down: Daniel's still latched onto her, his mouth sealed to her pussy, swallowing everything like he doesn't want to waste a single drop.

"Fuck..." Neon breathes, watching him lick his lips as if savoring every last bit of her.

But she barely has time to focus on that image: something else immediately catches her attention.

Behind him, near the small of his back, she notices... a white, furry tail swaying side to side, animated and playful.

"Wait... do you have a tail?" she blurts out, stunned. But she doesn't even get an answer, because a more important question hits her first.

"Are you a faunus?!"

Her words surprise him, for some reason. She watches as he finally lifts his head, slowly pulling his tongue out of her.

And the moment it slips out completely, Neon lets out a faint moan of frustration at the sudden emptiness inside her. A long string of saliva stretches from her pussy to his mouth before it breaks.

He turns slightly, a confused look on his face that only lasts a couple of seconds.

"Ah... whatever. I'll deal with it later," he mutters, like it suddenly doesn't matter at all.

"Deal with what...?" Neon barely has time to think before everything changes again.

Instead of letting her go—or even letting her down—Daniel rises to his feet in a flash, lifting her effortlessly.

"Eh?!"

He hoists her like she weighs nothing and, in just two steps, carries her straight to the bed, tossing her down onto the mattress without much gentleness. 

"Ah!" Neon gasps, bouncing slightly as she lands, her breathing still ragged and uneven.

"What are you—?" she tries to ask, but the words don't come. Daniel pulls her toward the edge of the bed, leaving her with her head just barely hanging off, chest up, completely exposed.

And without wasting a second, he pushes up her top—the only piece of clothing she had left—fully revealing her breasts, full and sensitive, rising and falling with each breath.

But that's not what surprises her the most.

It's what's right in front of her face.

Daniel's cock.

Hard. Heavy. Moving close to her lips, brushing them on purpose, rubbing side to side, slow, deliberate, leaving behind the heat and texture of his skin with every pass.

"What's wrong, Neon?" she hears him say, his voice dripping with mockery. "Can't return the favor?"

That smug grin on his face lights something up in her chest. The fire that had just started to settle suddenly reignites, burning hotter, and she no longer cares that he's a faunus. If he hid it, there had to be a reason. Right now, none of that mattered.

Neon opens her mouth as wide as she can, sticking out her tongue in a clear invitation. Daniel doesn't hesitate: he pushes the tip of his cock in, and she welcomes it instantly, wrapping her tongue around the head, licking eagerly over every inch, savoring the salty taste flooding her mouth.

She drags her tongue along him again and again—up, down, along the sides—marking his shaft with every stroke while gripping him firmly at the base.

But Daniel doesn't stay still. He starts to press in deeper, feeding her more and more of his length, stretching her lips, filling her completely, forcing her to relax and adapt to his size.

Neon doesn't need to move. She stays there, mouth wide and ready, letting him start to fuck her mouth.

At first, he slides in and out with slow care, his cock gliding past her wet lips, spreading a wave of heat and pressure that radiates all the way down her throat. Her tongue moves reflexively, tracing every thick vein, every inch of his hardness that makes her shiver from the inside.

She seals her lips tightly, sucking hard, determined to do this right. She'd never done this before. It was her first time… and probably the last. Not because she didn't like it—on the contrary—but because she doubted anyone else would ever fuck her mouth the way he did.

And if this was going to be the only time, she was damn well going to enjoy every second of it.

"Mmhh..." she moans around his cock, shaken by the sensation and the thought.

Her eyes fly open the moment she feels Daniel's large, strong hands sliding up her body, gripping her breasts roughly. He squeezes them without restraint, kneading them, playing with them while he keeps thrusting into her mouth.

Each movement grows deeper, harder, more intense. 

"Glk... glk..."

The sound is constant: wet, raw, direct. He's not just fucking her mouth anymore… he's deep inside her throat.

"Glk... glk... glk"

And she's not scared. She doesn't pull away. On the contrary, her throat relaxes to take him in.

This is, without a doubt, the best damn moment of her life.

Her body knows it. Her pussy knows it.

She brings a hand down between her legs without thinking and plunges two fingers straight into her soaked entrance, needy and desperate. She starts to finger herself hard, matching the rhythm of how her throat is being taken again and again.

Her tongue tries to follow the movement, but it's useless. Daniel's thrusts are fast, deep, relentless.

Neon's eyes go unfocused. Her breath catches in her throat with every forceful push. Her fingers don't stop, moving in and out hard and fast, trying to keep up with the brutal rhythm. The sound of slick, messy fluids soaking the bed is as filthy as it is addictive.

And then she hears it.

He growls, a deep, low, primal sound.

"Rrrgh..."

She feels it. His cock throbs inside her throat, pulsing hard... and suddenly, a hot explosion of cum hits her all at once.

The heat floods her instantly. She feels it sliding down her throat, thick, endless, pouring into her stomach without pause.

And that… that's all she needed.

Her whole body tenses. Her thighs tremble. Her pussy clamps down hard around her fingers.

The orgasm slams into her like an electric shock—she lets go completely, her juices soaking the sheets, spilling and splashing uncontrollably.

A shared orgasm.

And still, he doesn't pull out.

Daniel stays deep inside, releasing every last drop straight down her throat, not in any rush to pull away.

Neon can barely breathe... and she doesn't want him to stop. That only turns her on more.

Her fingers start moving again between her legs, slower now, exploring her still-clenching pussy as she feels him finally beginning to pull out.

But she doesn't let go so easily.

She tightens her lips around his cock, sucking hungrily, drinking every last drop that might still be inside him.

Daniel groans again. A deep, strained noise that vibrates straight through her.

"Mgghrr..."

Neon smiles. She knows, from that sound alone—she did it right.

She lets her tongue glide slowly across the tip, giving him one last farewell lick... just as she sees it already beginning to stiffen again.

And her smile widens.

-//-

Author's Note:

Tu ru ru ru... Huh? You're still here? What are you waiting for? The chapter's over!

Wondering what happened to the rest?

Well, you see… I cut it in half.

Why?

Because I felt like it.

I could upload the other part, but I don't know… I'm not really feeling motivated. Maybe if someone leaves a comment, a review or something like that, it might give me a little push.

Anyway…

Kisses and hugs, rats!🐀

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